jueves, 6 de agosto de 2009

I hopped off the plane at L.A.X.With a dream and my cardiganwelcome to the land of fame excessAm I gonna fit in?Jumped in the cabHere I am for the first timeLook to my right and I see the Hollywood signThis is all so crazyEverybody seems so famous

My tummy’s turning and I’m feeling kinda home sickToo much pressure and I’m nervousIt’s when the taxi man turned on the radioAnd a Jay-Z song was onAnd a Jay-Z song was onAnd a Jay-Z song was on

Get to the club in my taxi cabEverybody’s looking at me nowLike “Who’s that chick that’s rockin’ kicks?She gotta be from out of town”So hard with my girls not around meIt’s definitely not a Nashville party‘Cause all I see are stilettosI guess I never got the memo

My tummy’s turning and I’m feeling kinda home sickToo much pressure and I’m nervousIt’s when the DJ dropped my favorite tuneAnd a Britney song was onAnd a Britney song was onAnd a Britney song was on